Luyện nghe bài hát Halftime (Butcher Remix)

Check me out y'all, Nasty Nas in your
to cause mass hysteria

Before a blunt, I out my fronts
I start to front, matter of fact, I be on a manhunt
You couldn't catch me in the streets a ton of reefer
That's Malcolm X catching the Jungle Fever
King poetic, too much flavor, I'm
Atlanta and braver, I pull a like a pager
Cause I'm am ace I face the bass
40 is the place that is giving me grace
Now wait, dose and you might be dead
And I'm a Nike head, I chains that excite the feds
And ain't' a damn thing gonna
I'm a a strange show the mic wonder was born the game?
Nas, why did you do it
You know you got the mad fat when you rhyme, it's halftime

It's

It's that, you know it's like that
I got at him, now you get the mic back
When I attack, there ain't an army that could back
So I never calmly on a hype track
I set it off wit my own
Cause I'm as ill as a convict who kills for phone
I'm max like cassettes, I like sex
In your stereo sets, Nas will wreck
I to hustle, now all I do is relax and strive
I was young, I was a fan of the Jackson 5
I drop jewels, wear to never run it
Wit kicks than a baby in a mother's stomach
Nas has to rise, kid, surprise
This is exercise til the microphone
Back in '83, I was an MC
But I was too scared to the mic's in the park and
Kick my little raps I thought niggas wouldn't understand
And now in every jam I'm the man
I rap in front of more niggas than in the slave
I used to watch C.H.I.P.S, now I load clips
I got to have it, I miss Mr
Versatile, my style switches a fagot
But not a bisexual, I'm an
Of rap, I'm a and that's no question, yo
These are the lyrics of the man, you can't it, understand
in the streets, I'm well known like the number man
In my place wit the bass and
Explore rap and me Nas ain't all that
And next time I rhyme, I be fouled whenever I
I see niggas say I'm wow
I hate a rhyme rhyme
Stay tuned, Nas, the real rap comes at halftime

It's

I got it going on, flip 'em on this song
Every afternoon, I kick half the
And in the darkness, I'm heartless like when the hit
to Marcus Garvey or heartless Sparkton
'cause when I blast the herb, that's my
I be them fast, doing this, that in the third
But chill, the entree and let's lay
I bag bitches up at John Jay and hit a
hits on 5-0
Cause when it's my time to go, I wait for God wit the
And biters come near
And yo, go to hell to the cop who shot Garcia
I won't plant seeds, don't an extra mouth I can't feed
That's extra Phillie change, more cash for weed
This goes out to Manhattan, the island of
Brooklyn, Queens is fat and
The Boogie Down, props, enough clout
will, rest in peace, yo, I'm out

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